Wow, yesterday was a great day for the weather - sunny, finally! Yay! no rain! - and yet personally so sucko in so many other ways.
I read my devotional every day, though, and yesterday's lesson was particularly apt. It talked about trusting God to lead us through the dark times. It sometimes feels like I am walking along blindly, scared because the future is such a huge question mark, and I forget to trust the fact that the Lord is always with me. A lot of the book is about that same theme, and at first I thought, this is too repetitive. Now I see the wisdom of it. We need to be reminded every day that faith, real faith, trumps anxiety every time.
So why did yesterday suck big time?
Rotten thing #1
I interviewed for a job last week that I was sure I was going to get and I didn't get it. Maybe that doesn't sound like a big deal to you, but it was a big deal. Suddenly I feel like I've been thrown back out into the howling storm without an umbrella.
Rotten thing #2:
Michael has a virus. So the doctor didn't prescribe anything. All she said was "Bring him back not week if he's not well. This is going around." Poor kid came home and spent the rest of the day with a box of Kleenex close by, and he coughed. And coughed. And said his head hurt. I finally gave him a couple of Aleve and that seemed to help him a lot. He was actually able to sleep without taking cough medicine, thanks be to God.
So maybe he is over the worst of it.
Rotten Thing #3
This is really a series of rotten things, emails. I sent my daughter an email a week or so ago telling her I'd pay for a bus ticket so she could come home for a visit. I haven't seen in in over 1 1/2 years, and she only lives a few hours away. She replied yesterday that if I really loved her I'd just tell her to come home. We had several emails back and forth and I won't share all of them. Suffice to say, trying to communicate with her is very difficult. Trying to get her to understand how important it is for her to behave is like trying to pull teeth. It's comforting to read my friend Cindy's blog because she has grown children with the same issues. Even years after being adopted, there's a basic lack of trust there that makes all progress difficult.
OTOH there were bright spots in the day.
Bruce sent Michael a really nice winter jacket. It's a man's lightweight but dense jacket, with lots of nifty pockets. I will get him to model it and post a photo. It looks to be really warm. Michael was delighted with it.
We had to park a ways from the front door of the pediatrician's office yesterday, and as we were walking back to the car I noticed an insurance card on the ground. I picked it up and it was for dental insurance. I looked to the door of the dentist's office, which was 4 feet away, and figured somebody in there must be looking for this. I walked in. There was a man sitting in the office with a huge stack of cards in his lap and a look of great anxiety on his face. I said "Is this your card?" and read the name. It was his card. He thanked me profusely.
I came out and told Michael what happened. "Did he give you five dollars as a reward?" he said. I just looked at him for a second, because the remark annoyed me. "No. I don't want money. Sometimes you just have to do the right thing, just because it's the right thing." My dad's words were echoing in my head. He always said "You have to do the RIGHT THING. It's usually not the easy thing, but you have to do it anyway." I remember thinking a lot of times what a fuddy-duddy thing to say.
Now I see how wise he was.
If only everyone lived by that simple credo, wouldn't the world be a much better place?!
Mother had her last appointment at the Emory Wound Clinic yesterday. I've been putting the compression things on her lower legs every morning for 3 weeks, and taking them off of her at night. I've gotten pretty quick about it. They force the fluid back up, so it doesn't pool in her calves and feet. Anyway, the folks at the Wound Clinic are very nice, and we've gotten to know all the nurses by name. They are remarkable folks, very caring. Even the doctor, who was a bit brusque at first, has come to be much appreciated.
She still has to wear the compression things on her legs but she doesn't have to go back to the Wound Clinic. She was discharged yesterday. Yay.
I had a long phone conversation with my friend Dana late yesterday afternoon. We've been friends for more than 20 years. I told her about all my issues and she told me about some of her issues. That is the kind of friendship that sustains me. I don't see her as often as I'd like, but I feel so fortunate to have her in my life.
Michael is doing ALTA tennis on our neighborhood team this spring, starting in March, and I am one of the co-captains. I got my roster set up, my email list going and a lot of the administrative tasks done for that. Tom Doolittle, my co-captain, does the actual hard job of running practices and deciding who plays in matches. I just am sort of the behind-the-scenes person but that suits me fine. I want Mike to play on as many tennis teams as he can. He enjoys it.
There is a new movie coming out called Knife Fight, a dark comedy about politics. Can't wait to see it. Watch the trailer below and tell me this doesn't look intriguing?!